Into The Next {Auto's Awakening // Larceny}
Dec 16, 2018 19:18:01 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Dec 16, 2018 19:18:01 GMT -5
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Voices from hell seek to lull me from the depths of the dark nothing, in manners never predicted within my plethora of time to contemplate death and what happens there after. Beams of florescent light glistens behind my eyelids with just as much intensity as the lighting of the Capitol, and then again a mirror of the Capitol would construct into my version of hell. But the cry of my soul refutes to enter such a wicked place just yet; clinging to the comfort of the warm nothing with satisfaction of it’s void, the curtains of my eyes rejecting to open to a new realty so soon. The whispers of the unknown land do circulate within my hearing however, with bizarre lies that they must believe I’d be stupid enough to fall for.
It’s dissected eventually that it’s the tune of a Doctor that’s intruding upon my senses, compelling me towards the light of this foreign realm. Such Creature’s have quite a distinct pitch, very high and mighty, perceiving to be all-knowing like they’re a blessing kissed down upon society. Of course Ripred would curse me with their damned presence into my personal hell of all that I despise. And for the cherry on top, I’m being fed lies of recovery as if I had not endured my humiliating demise - and false tales of being back in the Capitol. How kind of Ripred to know me so well as to put me in such an offensive purgatory.
But there’s morphing for not cooperating, perhaps Ripred isn’t that cruel.
Doctor Reaper scorns at my refusal to open my eyes, claiming he knows of my consciousness - and a return to the darkness of my desire is what’s rewarded with another dose of morphing as promised.
The carol of the most wicked angel is the next to dare calling me from the darkness. “You look like shit, now get up.” He demands in the exact mannerism he’s always pertained, since the earliest memories of ours. The eyelids of my facade physical existence automatically budge in response to my Twin’s voice, scrunching in a temporary debate before succumbing to finally opening. Pure whiteness surrounds us in the opposite of what I predicted to be hell, though there’s no doubt we certainly weren’t accepted into heaven.
A medical bed cocoons me in the most dull of an environment. Dr. Reaper claimed the location as the Capitol, while it appears to be more alike to a hospital back in Three. Decor and comforting hues are absent from this purgatory, blankness painted upon every inch. But the warmth of my better Half does indeed occupy a seat at the end of my pretend bed, where I pretend to lay, and pretend wires pretend to heal my pretend self. Larceny’s not pretend however, he’s certainly here just as he certainly never left me.
“Good to see you to, Larce.” A petite grin engulfs across my cheeks in my relief of actually seeing him. No longer is he simply a voice inside my head urging me on. “Glad you finally decided to show yourself.” Teases from my core with a slight spice of resentment for solely communicating with me after his death and not appearing. Decency appears to grace his shape, while the marks of the nightmare we endured does taint his skin - yet it’s not a complete monstrosity or entire perfection as I assumed the afterlife would grant us with. And a weakness weighs at my limbs in Ripred’s determined stage of reality still existing.
Good one Ripred, because no one knows that Tributes actually die in the Games.
Annoyance pushes me past the facade of exhaustion, knowing such feelings don’t carry on past death. The wires pull from the projection of my continued physical existence, and I neglect the pretend snippet of pain it tries to convince me of. “Let’s explore this afterlife, huh? How is it? Are we in hell, or somewhere else? Can we fly?!” A laughter pools from my lips, as I tempt to swing my legs over the edge of the bed - and Ripred prolongs the persuasion of weakness and pain in this mysterious realm.<><><><><><><>
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